Well, I guess we might as well start at the diagnosis, though this was by no means the beginning of Dan’s OCD. Dan diagnosed himself at the age of seventeen. He told me he had known something was wrong for years, but did not know what it was. Some reading and research on the internet led him to his self-diagnosis which was right on the money.
When he first told me he had OCD, I was shocked and not totally convinced. “But you never even wash your hands!” was one of my first comments. Wow, how little I knew about OCD! We confirmed the diagnosis with his long time pediatrician who prescribed 10 mg of Prozac and sent him on his way, suggesting he may want to talk with a therapist.
There was a clinical psychologist in town who was very popular with teens….it seemed as if everyone went to him. He said he could help Dan, and Dan liked him, so that’s who we went with. I just assumed that being a clinical psychologist, he would know how to treat someone with OCD.
That was our FIRST BIG MISTAKE. In retrospect, this doctor was of no help to Dan. We should have found a therapist who specialized in treating those with OCD. We were not even aware these experts existed.